I spent ten years on the road with them, back and forth. xxx18 It’d be a hell of a shock if we saw each other twice in the next year—are we going to be able to be friends when we do? For all their talking, they’d hardly touched on romance—or maybe there’d been romance in every word. He thought about casually rolling onto his back so that he could kiss her, but remembered her admonition that they would not be having sex. They were looking at one another like a couple of googly-eyed kids at the end of a date in a sitcom. I spent ten years on the road with them, back and forth.
